Page 50 of The Quirky Vet

A completely inadequate response—I know,I know—but it's the best I can do. My brain is currently occupied with coming up with the visuals of my best mate fucking himself with a dildo, so speech isn't exactly a high priority right now. And let's just say it's a good thing I'm wearing a kilt and can bunch up the material to hide my growing erection.

"What—what did it feel like?"

Muir straightens his legs and stares at his boots. "At first it was uncomfortable."

"Painful?"

"Maybe a little, but I'd describe it more like a fullness."

"That makes sense."

"But once your body gets used to it, it feels nice. Better than nice."

"Better than nice?"

His cheeks have turned pink. "Way better than nice." We fall silent, and after a minute or so, he turns and aims those piercing blue eyes at me. "I've, uh, I've heard the real thing is better, though."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Depends." His chest is heaving with every breath he takes, but he forges ahead. "What do you think I'm saying?"

I smile, and my head starts bobbing. "I think we both know."

"Is that a problem? Because if you've got your limits and that's going too far, please tell me. I won't mind. Honestly."

"It's not a problem," I assure him. "I'm just a little surprised—pleasantly surprised, I might add—that you're bringing this up."

He finishes his beer, puts it down on the ground beside him, and refocuses his gaze on something in the distance. "It's Pride. You're my husband. Thought why the fuck not tell you some…stuff."

"And I'm glad you have. I've kind of also been having some thoughts."

"What sort of thoughts?"

"Wondering about what it might be like to touch you in places I've never touched you before." His breath hitches, and I continue. "What it might be like to taste you."

He clears his throat. "Right."

I study him for a moment, my normally spot-on ability to read him obscured by the hazy fog of desire swirling between us. I have to inject some clear-headed thinking into this situation and get this right. I don't just want to see what I want to see—him being into exploring more stuff together—if that's not what he actually wants.

"How does that sound?" I ask cautiously. "Us trying more stuff? When we're both good and ready, of course. There's no rush."

He lets out a low hum, aims those bright-blue eyes right at me, and grins. "That sounds really good."

After a while, we get up to grab some more beers and run into Wilby and Col.

"Mate, what the fuck is this getup?" Wilby says, as Col covers his mouth to hide his laugh.

"Pretty rad, huh?"

"Please tell me you're wearing underwear under that kilt," Col says.

"Well, I would. But you know me. I don't like to lie."

The guys laugh, and we hang out together for a while.

I'm riding a high. We're at Pride, I'm with my mates, and Muir and I have paved the way to do more stuff.

Yes, it's only physical stuff, and sex can sometimes just be sex without it meaning anything more. I get that.